Mom & Rhode (the better part)

Died yesterday
She was gone too soon
But we dug her grave with teaspoons

Moved to improve
So she could walk again
Drove to break her curse
But she was in reverse

Killed years before the hearse

But when she was young
She could run
She leaned on no one

She had open road
Til there was nowhere to go
And even that was slow

What if she had been healed?
Or a cure had been revealed?
Her faith confirmed to be real?

Would we have grown apart
Or chosen the better part?
Would what matters most
Have mattered most?

I hope so

Born yesterday
You're a grand kid, Rhode
And the first your grandma will never hold
But, perhaps you'll have her nose



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Roy Drechsel
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